Tell Me What You Want

His text message left no doubt about what he expected. After their conversation over breakfast, and her tearful confession that she’d been hiding her fantasies from him, of course he was going to make her do it. That was how they worked.

All day she’d thought about that message. Her fingers danced across the keyboard while she worked, and her thoughts whirred in time.

She closed her laptop an hour before he was due home. The way to do it had finally dawned on her.

Take a cue from your work. Show don’t tell.

Racing around the bedroom, she showered quickly. Her skin still tingling from the heat and damp from the water, she frantically opened one drawer then the next, tossing first a dildo then a vibrator on the bed. They needed to be ready when he arrived home.

She threw a tank top and panties on as the door opened. Running to greet him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. He pulled her close, pressing the length of her body against his.

“You’re looking proud of yourself. Have a good day?” She nodded as he leaned in and drank in her scent. “Mmm, and you smell good. I think I’ll have dessert first.”

Dinner. Fuck. So worried about their conversation, she’d worked right through and hadn’t even thought about it.

Thankfully, he sounded amused rather than annoyed. She stared at the floor, wishing it could swallow her up. What kind of submissive was she? She couldn’t share her sexual fantasies with him, and now she couldn’t even remember to cook dinner.

“Yes, kitten. We can order dinner tonight. But I meant what I said. Dessert first. I’ve been dying to have this conversation all day.”

She looked up, eyes wide. With a chuckle, he grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. He looked at the bed.

“What’s this?”

“It’s, um, my fantasy.” Her voice cracked. One eyebrow arched. “I thought it would be easier to show instead of tell you what I wanted.”

Her face burned.

“Continue…”

Her breath hitched, and her cunt clenched. The deepness of his voice belied a barely restrained control.

“I know we don’t really fuck in doggy position anymore since your injury.” She coughed. “But I love it, and that dildo is your favorite dildo, and…” Her voice trailed off.

“Continue…” Did his breath catch? Was that desire?

Squirming and clenching her fists, her breath quickened. Why couldn’t he see what she wanted? Wasn’t it obvious?

“Kitten…I said continue.”

“I want to be fucked from behind and have my orgasms forced until I collapse!” The words fell from her mouth in a rush. And she desperately wanted to swallow them back down.

What must he think of her? She loved the way he fucked her, craved it. How could she ask for something he couldn’t normally give her? Was she ungrateful? Spoiled?

Just as tears pricked her eyelids, she heard, “Strip and get on the bed. Ass up, head down. Now.”

Her mouth fell open. His eyebrow arched, again.

She tore her tank top off, throwing it in one direction and pulled her panties down her legs, kicking them in another. Trying not to think too hard, she crawled on the bed.

With her cunt exposed, air kissed hot moisture she’d ignored earlier. She felt open and exposed. Which was the point.

He ran his thumb over her lips, pressing into her body. She sighed and pushed back against his hand.

The bed sank under his weight as he perched on the edge.

“Open up.” The dildo pushed against her mouth. “Get it nice and wet, little slut.”

She shivered, goose bumps racing down her skin as the hard toy filled her mouth. He twisted and turned it, pushing it down her throat. No matter that it was an awkward angle with her face to the side. When he pulled it back, it was shiny and coated.

“Good girl.”

He pressed the dildo to her entrance, the tip parting her labia. She felt him grab the vibrator and click a few buttons.

“Let’s get you warmed up first.”

A moment later she felt a soft buzzing against her clit. She mewled and whimpered.

He shoved the wide head against her vulva. She shook and squeaked as the intensity of the sensations rocked her core. Grinding against the vibrator, she barely felt the dildo sink into her body. Until…

“Hold this and don’t move it.”

She reached back and held the vibrator against her clit. A devious form of torture. He’d fuck her hard but she had to force her own orgasms.

“Wait. I forgot something.”

Another click and the toy sounded like a motorboat against her cunt as it reached the highest setting. She choked back a scream as fiery pleasure cascaded through her limbs. At the same time, he pounded the dildo in and out of her pussy, twisting and turning it, waiting for the moment when she screamed.

“Ahhh, there we are.”

The sounds she made only propelled him onward, faster and faster, thrusting in and out harder and harder. Finding his rhythm, he took the wand from her, pushing it against her, holding her in place between the competing sensations.

The noises coming from her sounded inhuman to her own ears. She screamed and sobbed as pleasure rolled through her until she let loose a long wail and a gush of fluid, soaking the bed.

Sweat covered her body. Her breath came in ragged exhalations.

“What do you want now, kitten?”

She dragged air into her lungs, her entire body shaking. Pushing her hips back and out, she turned her head to look at him and said, “Continue.”

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Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, an opinionated marketer, and speaker. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

I am terrible at stating what I want and increasingly feel that actually asking for things weirdly almost makes me not want them. Somehow the act of asking immediately makes them less sexy…. Oh I don’t know, all I know is it is something I need to think about and try to work on.

With JB, it’s a bit easier because I can “tell” him (sort of) what I want but he’s still going to make it his own. So it’s not like I say, “Put this here and that there and use this speed and force when you do it.” Instead I give him a general idea and let him take over so HE’S the one doing it, and I’m not “directing” anything. But it’s the speaking up that’s hardest.

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